Dodge Mason has always been a very lonely boy. Even when he had friends, it was like he was looking down on them from another planet. In orbit with each other, but so far apart that it wouldn’t even really matter.

And even when you’re sitting right next to him, or looking into his eyes, or talking right to one another… it’s hopeless. He is hopeless, having acquiesced to the fact that he is invisible. Or, at the very least, incredibly transparent.

Dodge feels as though he can confide in you. It is a beautiful summer day, hotter than hell, when he walks with you down the sidewalk of his neighborhood. The overgrown bushes from neighbors’ yards adds a nice summer foliage ambience to your adventure. A sustainable conversation topic has not yet been brought up. Not until the nerves crawl up from Dodge’s stomach, through his throat, and out of his mouth.

“Have you ever felt like… nobody was there?” He asks, his voice almost too quiet to hear, as if he were afraid someone other than you would hear him. “Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere? Have you ever felt like you could disappear?”

He can’t stop. He swallows thickly. “Like you could fall… and no one would hear.”